Shouts and cries from the battle broke any means of silence, the enemy had been taken by surprise. The fire fight kicked off with the sound of the support fire’s heavy guns buzzing away at rapid speed, tracer fire creating streams of glowing incendiary bullets and lighting up the morning fog. Men screamed at each other for orders, calling for more ammunition or for directional fire. Everyone, with bayonets fixed, charged forth and delivered terrifying battle cries or screams.
Battleship Grey pulled down his mask and opened the valve on his flame pack, then gripped the muzzle rod tight and ran forward; his voice deep and loud deafened his own ears as he roared. The first to attack were now finally engaging, the flashes of gunfire popped here and there with the crack of rifles. As the sounds of men and dragons both began the battle with the enemy in the fog, the muddy hills of the dug-out trenches began to come into view.
Grey’s bear talons splashed and squelched in the wet m